Freedom, horrible horrible freedom.
Something like that. Jenny got dropped off in Toronto yesterday, I drove off to mississauga to stay with fatty. I'm probably heading to london early next week. Kitchener Waterloo is also likely on the schedule. Then it's homebase, which i'm eagerly awaiting.
So i'm free, in a manor of speaking. Which is to say that i'm alone. It's really not bad. It's different though. Change is weird. I almost invited fatty to join me for the extent of my trip, but i changed my mind on that. A replacement companion isn't something i aughta be looking for.
I left my wallet at fatty's house. I almost needed it to get onto these library computers, but as per usual a trusting face covered the bases. I was hoping to buy guitar strings, but for that i'll have to return home.
A chick gave me five bucks yesterday because she liked the song that i played for her. Mad CashMo.
This may log me out, so i'm posting.
Seems like my trip has been extended. Jenny lost her wallet friday night, so we've been kicking around ottawa since then, calling cab companies and whatnot hoping it'll turn up. It doesn't look like it will, but where there's hope, there's Simon.
At the latest, wallet or no wallet, Jenny is flying out of Toronto september first. And since i'm going to toronto, i'm going to hit up southern ontario for all it's worth. I've got a place to rest my head in london, mississauga and kitchener waterloo. It should be nice.
I expect i'll be home in mid september. Sending love,
Simon.
I'm in regina.
Jenny and I picked up a hitchhiker between nelson and revelstoke, and he was heading west to salmon arm, we were heading east to calgary. He told us about a music festival in salmon arm. It was sufficiently convincing, so we spent a few days camped in salmon arm, checking out some sweet acts, Feist, Hawksley Workman, K'Naan, and two acts which had played woodstock, ten years later, and richie havens (the later being so cool and so good).
I had a day in kelowna with the unc, aunt and cousins, and a day in nelson with ma pere. Very well spent hours, i dig my family.
I'm hoping to be in ottawa within 48 hours. It's 2775km from here, according to Rand McNalley (sp). My Toyota is running beautifully, the prairies have convinced me that the fifth gear is actually quite useful.
The hills in bc kept me happy in fourth.
Driving a standard is really fun.
Publish Post!
I was really excited to go visit dorian in Victoria. He flew out of victoria on the 10th and i bussed/ferried there on the 9th. He's flying out of PEI on the 22nd, i believe. Going to Koria to live with his girl, and maybe teach english out there (which is what the girl is doing).
I still really enjoy Dorian's company. Time does little to separate family.
When i was in victoria, i got an email from a planting buddy named Jordan Sharka. He told me that he'd been surfing in Tofino (west coast vancouver island) all week, and that he was pumped for shambala. He didn't think he had room to drive me, but he hoped to see me there. Some jazz of that approximate flavour.
So it was at this point that i decided to go. I had my guitar with me, and a backpack with an extra shirt, pair of boxers, pair of socks. It's sort of a tent and sleeping bag event, so by most standards i was underprepared.
I was most worried about not really knowing how to get to nelson. I figured hitching was my best bet, but i didn't know which highway i wanted to be situated on. Nor did i know whether busses were prepared to take me there.
Dorian dropped me off at the ferry at about 1:30pm on the 10th. Ferries leave every hour on the hour.
In the terminal, i'm waiting for my turn to get on board, and i spot Duran. Apparently he tree planted this summer, and had no reason to leave bc yet. It's quite a province really. He wondered if i'd partake in a bowl of marajuana. I did.
Afterwords, i was smoking the last of the TMs i picked up drunk the night before at whatever bar it was dorian took me. Some girl asked for a smoke, i said i only had drum. It was fine, she rolled. We got to talking, and these two kids (twenty year old girl, twenty-five year old dude) were hitching back to their home town of nelson and were intending to attend shambala.
Stroke of luck. Or fate. Whatever jargon the kids are buying these days.
The dude had some heavy hitching in his past, going across canada and back. The two of them had just hitched to and around vancouver island for the past week, and were heading home. They didn't mind that i joined them. I now knew where i was going - with these people.
We started off taking busses. We had to get from the ferry terminal in Tsawassen (sp?) to a spot which was on the trans-canada as far from van as possible. Four busses and a sky train later it was about 7pm, and we got picked up by a dude who was driving about forty minutes east of vancouver. A slight step above nothing.
The second driver was a bit of a character. He was a native truck driver. Had no problems picking up two guys and a girl, but wouldn't have taken three guys because in his words, "i know i can handle two of yuz". He liked to swear, and held alot of hatred towards white truck drivers, who are all assholes. He was also very quick to point out that, "[he] wasn't stopping for nothing, so we'd better roll something up for him." My traveling companions had weed, so all continued smoothly.
At first we thought his truck was going right through nelson, but he didn't really know the area much, and it turned out he was stopping about 45 minutes shy of osoyoos. Approximately half way done the 8 hour journey.
It was dark, and the girl and myself had slipped into sleep in the back of the truck. I was later told that the driver kept complaining about how windy the roads were, and that he'd never been on them before. Our dude up front kept convincing him to keep driving, but eventually, he fell asleep too, and our driver pulled into a rest area, and I woke up to find that he decided he'd hit some sleep, and continue in the morning. Steve and Anita slept outside, beside the truck. I slept on the top fold out bunk which is above the bed in the back. I did not give the trucker any ass, although that joke came up occasionally when talking about my travels.
We got to osoyoos with some groovey kids. One of which had just been arrested for driving with a suspended liscense.
In Osoyoos, after about an hour of car watching, a little loaded hatchback stops. Dude said he had room for one comfortably, or two uncomfortably. My friends suggest i go on without them. I bid them farewell and hop into the car. I meet another steve.
This guy is going right to shambala. He's a 33 year old junior high teacher, and had some great things to say, about teaching, about girls (he was recently divorced and was real keen about his 25 year old girlfriend) and about drugs. On his advice, i'd say it's quite likely i'll not be in a hurry to dip into crystal meth. It was cool to hear from a young teacher who had done alot of drug experimentation, and still had a very competant life on his hands. He'd been pot smoking for like 22 years, and was thinking he'd like to take like six months off to really get some perspective on whether it's effects are positive or negative. I suppose that's his story, not mine.
He drove me into nelson before we went to the farmer's field converted party ground. I bought two packs of guitar strings, a calzone, and a hoodie. I also went to the bank, and withdrew 400 bucks. It's an expensive party. 140 in advance, 250 at the door. Steve and Anita had told me that i should probably try to sneak in.
Just outside of nelson, heading to the festival, we picked up two little chicks. It was cramped quarters, but at this point there was only 30 minutes of driving left. One of the chicks couldn't afford the 250, and the other one had a ticket, so me and the poor girl decided to sneak in together.
It was quite a little treck, i had my guitar on my back and was pressing through thick woods for a while. Probably took us an hour.
I split off from the girl almost as soon as i was in, she wanted to find people, i felt the same. The difference was that she knew where to find people. I was aware of two people that were going, Jordan and a dude named Deniz, who is Jenny and Natalie's drug dealer. Two out of ten thousand isn't a screaming lot.
It was friday evening, maybe 6:00. I walked around tented areas first, hoping to find some friends. Having a guitar helps. A pack of young heavies were pretty friendly with me, saying that i could sleep on the benches they had removed from their van. At one point they went off to do some whipits, so i found myself talking to some dudes. Quality dudes, if i may say.
I decided to call this van/tent area a landmark, and i asked the boys if i could keep my guitar in their tent. I already had my backpack and gig bag in another tent somewhere. The boys gave me a pill of e, and we walked off to go dance.
Kinda split up as soon as we entered the rock pit. Still cool. I was just happy my guitar had a safe place to stay. I spent most of my evening finding mellow spots to meet people. I wasn't too keen on the music, other then as a background sound. I met fucking great people. My favorites were some Shambala veterans, 5th and 7th year people, 25-33 years old, from vancouver. Fucking great people. Witty, real. I was walking around with these people when i met deniz, he told me where his tent was set up, and that i could crash there if i wished. Very nice. He also said i could have whatever drugs i wanted for free. That's kinda nice too, eh?
Driving up with steve, we talked about how drugs can find you, so they dont always need to be seeked out.
A little after meeting those quality vancouver dudes and dudettes i was given some acid from some folks. It was nice, but i just did one tab, so i didn't get too excited about effects. Later on, at the beach i was invited to munch on a bag of mushrooms, mostly because i'd found a guitar and put on a little show for the people. A dude gave me another pill (e) later on the beach, but i saved it in a gum wrapper.
In the early afternoon, i hear my name called out. Fucking Kate. Great gal, she was there with jordan. Tree planting friend. Through her i met up with jordan, and i was with everyone i knew that was going.
I slept at jordan and kate's site at about 5pm. And i slept through until about 8 the next morning. That's what happens when you sleep once every two days. I thought it was a great setup, waking on sunday morning it was easy to decide to be awake until noon monday (party over time).
I had two hits of acid at about 10am. Got into a bad headspace when i smoked some pot in the really early afternoon. I took that gum wrapper pill of E at about 1:00, and by the time that kicked in, i felt great.
One of kate's friends had bought a bunch of acid, and wanted to know if it was any good. He gave me a tab, hoping that i could discribe the effects. Unfortionally, i seldom get visuals off low acid doses, so i just kinda continued to feel good throughout the day. I had a pill of MDMA that jordan bought in the early evening. Had two drops of liquid acid around midnight. Snorted a capsul of MDMA in the morning (6:00), and ate jordans last pill right after.
I don't know why the events i feel worth talking about are the drug taking experiences. Maybe it's all i'm sure of. All the times i sat and talked with people were the really good times, but i can't think of individual jokes or comments which can explain the calibre of people which went to this party. I'm almost certain that i'm going to go next year.
I got a drive back to van last night, slept most of the way (4:00 to midnight) then i had a smoke and a cup of coffee, and slept again from 2:00 to 10:30. I feel pretty good.
Much love. Heading east in three hours forty five minutes.
1. not buying a van
2. receiving a gift (?) of jenny's mother's '83 toyota corolla. It's old, but it runs.
3. still leaving on 14th, still home in the last week (25th?)
4. (still using numbers?) That means i've got some money to buy instruments.
5. Interested in turn tables. I'd like some instruction as well. I'll have to find a helpful person.
6. Electric? Classical? I'll need a new set of strings.
7. Pianizzle
I'm living on the island in september and october. I dont know where i'll be november/december. Beyond that, vancouver/victoria looks more likely. But i might stay east for the fall. It's all hazy. It'll likely become clear in the near future.
Last night I went to buy smokes. Our house shares packs, and we were out. We were a little drunk and more high and it was late, so a trip sounded rather heavy. With no interest in the trip from other people, i became more inspired to go. Made it seem like i was doing something worth doing.
I said i'd take the guitar. A comment was made that i'd take hours. I said i'd be 25 minutes. No, less: 20 minutes. 22 minutes. I left.
The length of the trip in minutes is not important. I'm not sure how long i was gone, and i wont make reference to it again. It was brought up to indicate that my social nature makes me a wanderer sometimes.
Most of the trip was without incident. When i was at Mac's my guitar strings caught some guy in the face, and he said "woah, watch it buddy," even though i was standing at the till while he walked into me.
When i was almost back at the apartment, a bicycle came around the corner. The biker, just as he was passing me, lost his sandle. "Ah fuck," he exclaimed.
He looks over at me, asks if i'll play him something, says something about something. (maybe being in a bad mood, having a rough go of biking, i dont know)
First i tell him that my stop is here, i'm literally standing on the walk way to the apartment at this point. Then i change my tune and say yeah, i'll play you one. I like playing for people.
Traveling Song - Bright Eyes
He dug it, said i'm really good and all that. Starts talking philosophy, about loving life, and meeting good people. Said something about not being gay (gay pride week, the parade was this morning, it wasn't too unreasonable for him to bring it up. I wouldn't want to call it paranoia) i confirmed that i didn't feel i was being hit on, i wasn't gay, i like talking to people. It might've calmed him down a bit.
He gave me a beer after i'd finished the song, said i deserved it.
Some kids came by and asked us if we had drugs, the guy i was with said "what drugs?" and a guy got real keen and said "do you have any blow?" The guy was silent for a bit, and said "acid?" Two of them heard him and said they'd been talking about acid that day. The boy keen on blow was already walking away. They followed him and soon the three of them turned and said "you have acid?" Dude seemed coy for a bit, not talking, then told them he didn't have anything, they walked away.
He told me he had drugs. I asked what he had. He said lines. And he offered me one. So we walked off beside my apartment and he gave me a line. It was delightful. I sang part of another song, then went home with my beer. Played a few tunes kinda quietly, went to bed around 2:30.
I liked playing on coke, it went smoothly. Plus, i felt really really good.
Cheerio
Something like that. Jenny got dropped off in Toronto yesterday, I drove off to mississauga to stay with fatty. I'm probably heading to london early next week. Kitchener Waterloo is also likely on the schedule. Then it's homebase, which i'm eagerly awaiting.
So i'm free, in a manor of speaking. Which is to say that i'm alone. It's really not bad. It's different though. Change is weird. I almost invited fatty to join me for the extent of my trip, but i changed my mind on that. A replacement companion isn't something i aughta be looking for.
I left my wallet at fatty's house. I almost needed it to get onto these library computers, but as per usual a trusting face covered the bases. I was hoping to buy guitar strings, but for that i'll have to return home.
A chick gave me five bucks yesterday because she liked the song that i played for her. Mad CashMo.
This may log me out, so i'm posting.
Well well well,
Seems like my trip has been extended. Jenny lost her wallet friday night, so we've been kicking around ottawa since then, calling cab companies and whatnot hoping it'll turn up. It doesn't look like it will, but where there's hope, there's Simon.
At the latest, wallet or no wallet, Jenny is flying out of Toronto september first. And since i'm going to toronto, i'm going to hit up southern ontario for all it's worth. I've got a place to rest my head in london, mississauga and kitchener waterloo. It should be nice.
I expect i'll be home in mid september. Sending love,
Simon.
Evenin' ladies and germs.
I'm in regina.
Jenny and I picked up a hitchhiker between nelson and revelstoke, and he was heading west to salmon arm, we were heading east to calgary. He told us about a music festival in salmon arm. It was sufficiently convincing, so we spent a few days camped in salmon arm, checking out some sweet acts, Feist, Hawksley Workman, K'Naan, and two acts which had played woodstock, ten years later, and richie havens (the later being so cool and so good).
I had a day in kelowna with the unc, aunt and cousins, and a day in nelson with ma pere. Very well spent hours, i dig my family.
I'm hoping to be in ottawa within 48 hours. It's 2775km from here, according to Rand McNalley (sp). My Toyota is running beautifully, the prairies have convinced me that the fifth gear is actually quite useful.
The hills in bc kept me happy in fourth.
Driving a standard is really fun.
Publish Post!
I'm a little late to leave. Just a day, though. I went to Shambala. It's a big party in Nelson. Like, one hundred performers, six stages, five days, and ten thousand people kinda big.
I was really excited to go visit dorian in Victoria. He flew out of victoria on the 10th and i bussed/ferried there on the 9th. He's flying out of PEI on the 22nd, i believe. Going to Koria to live with his girl, and maybe teach english out there (which is what the girl is doing).
I still really enjoy Dorian's company. Time does little to separate family.
When i was in victoria, i got an email from a planting buddy named Jordan Sharka. He told me that he'd been surfing in Tofino (west coast vancouver island) all week, and that he was pumped for shambala. He didn't think he had room to drive me, but he hoped to see me there. Some jazz of that approximate flavour.
So it was at this point that i decided to go. I had my guitar with me, and a backpack with an extra shirt, pair of boxers, pair of socks. It's sort of a tent and sleeping bag event, so by most standards i was underprepared.
I was most worried about not really knowing how to get to nelson. I figured hitching was my best bet, but i didn't know which highway i wanted to be situated on. Nor did i know whether busses were prepared to take me there.
Dorian dropped me off at the ferry at about 1:30pm on the 10th. Ferries leave every hour on the hour.
In the terminal, i'm waiting for my turn to get on board, and i spot Duran. Apparently he tree planted this summer, and had no reason to leave bc yet. It's quite a province really. He wondered if i'd partake in a bowl of marajuana. I did.
Afterwords, i was smoking the last of the TMs i picked up drunk the night before at whatever bar it was dorian took me. Some girl asked for a smoke, i said i only had drum. It was fine, she rolled. We got to talking, and these two kids (twenty year old girl, twenty-five year old dude) were hitching back to their home town of nelson and were intending to attend shambala.
Stroke of luck. Or fate. Whatever jargon the kids are buying these days.
The dude had some heavy hitching in his past, going across canada and back. The two of them had just hitched to and around vancouver island for the past week, and were heading home. They didn't mind that i joined them. I now knew where i was going - with these people.
We started off taking busses. We had to get from the ferry terminal in Tsawassen (sp?) to a spot which was on the trans-canada as far from van as possible. Four busses and a sky train later it was about 7pm, and we got picked up by a dude who was driving about forty minutes east of vancouver. A slight step above nothing.
The second driver was a bit of a character. He was a native truck driver. Had no problems picking up two guys and a girl, but wouldn't have taken three guys because in his words, "i know i can handle two of yuz". He liked to swear, and held alot of hatred towards white truck drivers, who are all assholes. He was also very quick to point out that, "[he] wasn't stopping for nothing, so we'd better roll something up for him." My traveling companions had weed, so all continued smoothly.
At first we thought his truck was going right through nelson, but he didn't really know the area much, and it turned out he was stopping about 45 minutes shy of osoyoos. Approximately half way done the 8 hour journey.
It was dark, and the girl and myself had slipped into sleep in the back of the truck. I was later told that the driver kept complaining about how windy the roads were, and that he'd never been on them before. Our dude up front kept convincing him to keep driving, but eventually, he fell asleep too, and our driver pulled into a rest area, and I woke up to find that he decided he'd hit some sleep, and continue in the morning. Steve and Anita slept outside, beside the truck. I slept on the top fold out bunk which is above the bed in the back. I did not give the trucker any ass, although that joke came up occasionally when talking about my travels.
We got to osoyoos with some groovey kids. One of which had just been arrested for driving with a suspended liscense.
In Osoyoos, after about an hour of car watching, a little loaded hatchback stops. Dude said he had room for one comfortably, or two uncomfortably. My friends suggest i go on without them. I bid them farewell and hop into the car. I meet another steve.
This guy is going right to shambala. He's a 33 year old junior high teacher, and had some great things to say, about teaching, about girls (he was recently divorced and was real keen about his 25 year old girlfriend) and about drugs. On his advice, i'd say it's quite likely i'll not be in a hurry to dip into crystal meth. It was cool to hear from a young teacher who had done alot of drug experimentation, and still had a very competant life on his hands. He'd been pot smoking for like 22 years, and was thinking he'd like to take like six months off to really get some perspective on whether it's effects are positive or negative. I suppose that's his story, not mine.
He drove me into nelson before we went to the farmer's field converted party ground. I bought two packs of guitar strings, a calzone, and a hoodie. I also went to the bank, and withdrew 400 bucks. It's an expensive party. 140 in advance, 250 at the door. Steve and Anita had told me that i should probably try to sneak in.
Just outside of nelson, heading to the festival, we picked up two little chicks. It was cramped quarters, but at this point there was only 30 minutes of driving left. One of the chicks couldn't afford the 250, and the other one had a ticket, so me and the poor girl decided to sneak in together.
It was quite a little treck, i had my guitar on my back and was pressing through thick woods for a while. Probably took us an hour.
I split off from the girl almost as soon as i was in, she wanted to find people, i felt the same. The difference was that she knew where to find people. I was aware of two people that were going, Jordan and a dude named Deniz, who is Jenny and Natalie's drug dealer. Two out of ten thousand isn't a screaming lot.
It was friday evening, maybe 6:00. I walked around tented areas first, hoping to find some friends. Having a guitar helps. A pack of young heavies were pretty friendly with me, saying that i could sleep on the benches they had removed from their van. At one point they went off to do some whipits, so i found myself talking to some dudes. Quality dudes, if i may say.
I decided to call this van/tent area a landmark, and i asked the boys if i could keep my guitar in their tent. I already had my backpack and gig bag in another tent somewhere. The boys gave me a pill of e, and we walked off to go dance.
Kinda split up as soon as we entered the rock pit. Still cool. I was just happy my guitar had a safe place to stay. I spent most of my evening finding mellow spots to meet people. I wasn't too keen on the music, other then as a background sound. I met fucking great people. My favorites were some Shambala veterans, 5th and 7th year people, 25-33 years old, from vancouver. Fucking great people. Witty, real. I was walking around with these people when i met deniz, he told me where his tent was set up, and that i could crash there if i wished. Very nice. He also said i could have whatever drugs i wanted for free. That's kinda nice too, eh?
Driving up with steve, we talked about how drugs can find you, so they dont always need to be seeked out.
A little after meeting those quality vancouver dudes and dudettes i was given some acid from some folks. It was nice, but i just did one tab, so i didn't get too excited about effects. Later on, at the beach i was invited to munch on a bag of mushrooms, mostly because i'd found a guitar and put on a little show for the people. A dude gave me another pill (e) later on the beach, but i saved it in a gum wrapper.
In the early afternoon, i hear my name called out. Fucking Kate. Great gal, she was there with jordan. Tree planting friend. Through her i met up with jordan, and i was with everyone i knew that was going.
I slept at jordan and kate's site at about 5pm. And i slept through until about 8 the next morning. That's what happens when you sleep once every two days. I thought it was a great setup, waking on sunday morning it was easy to decide to be awake until noon monday (party over time).
I had two hits of acid at about 10am. Got into a bad headspace when i smoked some pot in the really early afternoon. I took that gum wrapper pill of E at about 1:00, and by the time that kicked in, i felt great.
One of kate's friends had bought a bunch of acid, and wanted to know if it was any good. He gave me a tab, hoping that i could discribe the effects. Unfortionally, i seldom get visuals off low acid doses, so i just kinda continued to feel good throughout the day. I had a pill of MDMA that jordan bought in the early evening. Had two drops of liquid acid around midnight. Snorted a capsul of MDMA in the morning (6:00), and ate jordans last pill right after.
I don't know why the events i feel worth talking about are the drug taking experiences. Maybe it's all i'm sure of. All the times i sat and talked with people were the really good times, but i can't think of individual jokes or comments which can explain the calibre of people which went to this party. I'm almost certain that i'm going to go next year.
I got a drive back to van last night, slept most of the way (4:00 to midnight) then i had a smoke and a cup of coffee, and slept again from 2:00 to 10:30. I feel pretty good.
Much love. Heading east in three hours forty five minutes.
Update:
1. not buying a van
2. receiving a gift (?) of jenny's mother's '83 toyota corolla. It's old, but it runs.
3. still leaving on 14th, still home in the last week (25th?)
4. (still using numbers?) That means i've got some money to buy instruments.
5. Interested in turn tables. I'd like some instruction as well. I'll have to find a helpful person.
6. Electric? Classical? I'll need a new set of strings.
7. Pianizzle
I'm living on the island in september and october. I dont know where i'll be november/december. Beyond that, vancouver/victoria looks more likely. But i might stay east for the fall. It's all hazy. It'll likely become clear in the near future.
Last night I went to buy smokes. Our house shares packs, and we were out. We were a little drunk and more high and it was late, so a trip sounded rather heavy. With no interest in the trip from other people, i became more inspired to go. Made it seem like i was doing something worth doing.
I said i'd take the guitar. A comment was made that i'd take hours. I said i'd be 25 minutes. No, less: 20 minutes. 22 minutes. I left.
The length of the trip in minutes is not important. I'm not sure how long i was gone, and i wont make reference to it again. It was brought up to indicate that my social nature makes me a wanderer sometimes.
Most of the trip was without incident. When i was at Mac's my guitar strings caught some guy in the face, and he said "woah, watch it buddy," even though i was standing at the till while he walked into me.
When i was almost back at the apartment, a bicycle came around the corner. The biker, just as he was passing me, lost his sandle. "Ah fuck," he exclaimed.
He looks over at me, asks if i'll play him something, says something about something. (maybe being in a bad mood, having a rough go of biking, i dont know)
First i tell him that my stop is here, i'm literally standing on the walk way to the apartment at this point. Then i change my tune and say yeah, i'll play you one. I like playing for people.
Traveling Song - Bright Eyes
He dug it, said i'm really good and all that. Starts talking philosophy, about loving life, and meeting good people. Said something about not being gay (gay pride week, the parade was this morning, it wasn't too unreasonable for him to bring it up. I wouldn't want to call it paranoia) i confirmed that i didn't feel i was being hit on, i wasn't gay, i like talking to people. It might've calmed him down a bit.
He gave me a beer after i'd finished the song, said i deserved it.
Some kids came by and asked us if we had drugs, the guy i was with said "what drugs?" and a guy got real keen and said "do you have any blow?" The guy was silent for a bit, and said "acid?" Two of them heard him and said they'd been talking about acid that day. The boy keen on blow was already walking away. They followed him and soon the three of them turned and said "you have acid?" Dude seemed coy for a bit, not talking, then told them he didn't have anything, they walked away.
He told me he had drugs. I asked what he had. He said lines. And he offered me one. So we walked off beside my apartment and he gave me a line. It was delightful. I sang part of another song, then went home with my beer. Played a few tunes kinda quietly, went to bed around 2:30.
I liked playing on coke, it went smoothly. Plus, i felt really really good.
Cheerio